Square One Song Lyrics

Buck 65

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Buck 65-Square 1

(Some mumbling…)Pretty soon the hippies of today, will be the squares of tomorrowIt was the echoing voices of the old onesThrough thick steeled forests and over scorched earthAlways just out of reachA herder of crows judged my every footstepMy bones were frozenPenniless and entirely out of breath I washed my beautiful hands in the black market dog water troughBut through it all the real stick in my spokesWas the torment of my dreamsI fought of sleep with both fists and sometimes fireWith no more then a blow gun I made from an exhausted pen